Heth chuckles at Eldgrim's phrasing. "Indeed. I often find the shortest distance between two points is a melta bomb through a bulkhead." He beckons the marines to follow. "I would imagine you'd be keen to see the training area first. It's not proper Space Marine chapel, but Trader Lan has played host to enough Astartes to see that it is properly equipped for your exercise."
They start down a side corridor, narrower than the first, but still wide enough for three marines in armor to walk side by side. Heth strides a pace ahead. At Androcles' query, he smiles. "Indeed I will. If you can call a dozen or so Guardsmen in a native bunkhouse a regiment."
He sighs. "The Crusade has its needs, all of them elsewhere. Even if there were the manpower to spare, the natives would not take kindly to such a large force. They are a martial people, and no doubt they'd see such a contingent as an insult towards their prowess. Counterproductive towards our goals. We want the natives peacefully assimilated, willing to join the Imperial Guard and the like."
At a dead end, Heth smacks a palm lock, opening a massive freight elevator. The group shuffles in and then it begins a long, rattling descent.
"That is the crux of the problem, indeed. The Aurans follow strength. Their Caele, Rylus Darkstar, won his throne through skill at arms, not by blood. Or at least, not by his blood, I should say. So he's not particularly impressed by us." Heth taps the hilt of his chainsword as emphasis. "In truth, my Lords, like as not you are the best chance to convince the Caele that the Imperium has the prowess to rule his people. At the very least, you all are taller than the average Auran."
The elevator shudders to a stop and the doors grind open. From the unadorned walls and heavy steel construction, you are clearly in the bowels of the ship. "We are a long way from planetfall, of course, but do you have a plan for bringing the Aurans to heel? Obviously we cannot be certain of anything until we are on the ground, but if my men or I can assist in any way. . ."